http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/nyc/457124956.html

I think the argument of accidentally making out with a guy doesn't work as much as it should these days.  In the 80's men could easily get away with "I was on a lunch break, slipped on a peanut and accidentally found myself knee deep in man ass," and get away with it.  

I'm sorry. You were taking so long in the bathroom and this guy was looking at me. Next thing I knew we were making out and you came back and stormed out of the bar. I just want you to know that I really liked you and I'm not gay, I just have gay experiences sometimes. You are a beautiful girl and I'm glad that you came on date with me. I would like very much to try again. This time I will give all my love to you.

Thanks to "Arts and Letters Daily":http://www.aldaily.com, the Washington Post poignantly addresses that moment when you look into someone's eyes and just know....that you never want to see them again.

It's called "The Taquito Moment":http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/02/05/AR2006020501139_pf.html because for one guy, the fact that his date looooved 7-11 taquitos pushed him over the edge. It was a texture thing.

My taquito moments have included:
-when a guy called in sick to a date a week in advance (too wimpy)
-when a guy came out of Bowling for Columbine completely amazed about corporate conduct (too naive)
-and right now I just can't get past a very hot, smart and date-able guy's platinum blond hipster hairdo. Seriously, what is he thinking?